For our topic we're supposed to tell about a time we did something completely crazy.
My answer for this is more serious than fun. It was a defining moment in my life, the moment I stepped forward and actually stood up for myself for the very first time. And no, I'm not exaggerating.
It was September first of 2007, and Super Spawn was just over two months old. My marriage was failing, and every dream I ever had was shattering right before my eyes.
You see, I was in an abusive marriage. Not physical abuse...not the kind that leaves visible marks. The kind that cuts you on the inside and makes you believe you're worthless. There were so many problems...more than I could ever dare list here.
But on that day, on September 1, 2007, I took control. I came home from my best friend's baby shower to a husband who had gotten so drunk he had passed out on the couch and I couldn't wake him.
Instead of calling 911, I packed my bags. I got the baby's things, I got in my car, and I drove to my mom's.
It was the craziest and scariest thing I ever did, and led to one of the most terrifying parts of my life, but I am so glad I did it. SO glad I found the strength to take that step.
Emotional abuse is scary, and the wounds left behind may take longer to heal than a busted lip, but they do heal. And they make you stronger.